The State came knocking, pounding on the door,And when they busted through found quite a mess:A dozen bagels strewn across the floor,In varied, lurid stages of undress.But far worse was an onion sliced in two,With what they deemed was no remorse at all;Its skin was slathered with a cream cheese glue,That kept each half stuck to the kitchen wall.The agents clenched their fists and cried Why, Lord?Their souls were shattered, battered with self doubt;One tried to hang himself with toaster cord,Until the wiser, other belted out:Without us there could never justice be —These bagels need protective custody!

22

07 2009

I did not see this episode of CSI
Had I
I surely would have cried
Not in the mayhem and violence of it all
but for the wasted potential
and the imminent hunger I now experience
the sad howling of my belly
as I send down more black coffee and
smoke another cigarette
The lack of foresight
an onion bagel to purchase
too late
the regret